The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A hulking mass of splintered, obsidian monoliths rises from the heart of a smoldering, ash-filled caldera, beneath a sickly yellow sky. Umm, the air's thick with a heavy, acrid smell like burning rubber, and it's charged with a static electricity that's making the hairs on my arms stand on end. Shattered remains of what looks like a Venera 13 lander are half-buried in the fine, black ash, etched with cryptic symbols that seem to be shifting, rewriting themselves in a language that's like... a mashup of WAVER code and some ancient, proto-Slavic script.